“I shall finish my story tomorrow or the day after, but not today, for it has exhausted me fiendishly towards the end.” – Chekhov

I keep telling myself this. Going over all the famous ‘How many houses turned down J.K. Rowling’ type stories I know. They all make me feel exactly zero percent better. Chocolate hasn’t even helped today. Neither did sweating it out at the gym. I’m thinking a burrito might be nice. Comfort food. With rice. Woody makes me feel some better. Feeds my ego if not my belly.
My brain hurts.
In other news, Wes Anderson is a bloody genius.
Facebook comments:
You answered to yourself what you need to do is watch a wes anderson movie, I would pick rushmore for that kind of state. By the way I do not like jk rowlings at all, I do not think you should spend your brain resources in thinking about or arround those things, it is better to empty the brain of thoughts, so then it doesn t hurt anymore.
See, I just can’t see what everybody sees in Wes Anderson’s movies – The Royal Tennenbaums, notwithstanding (the only one I was able to watch). I guess I am wrong, though. Plenty of people I respect adore his stuff. I actually think Owen Wilson is the genius!
…and hang in there. One day all the houses will be clamoring for stuff they once rejected and, at that time, you will make them pay dearly for it!